#whenwedie

[gblekkenhorst]

simple one today #inktober #inktober2017 #gblekkenhorst #drawing #illustration #epitaph #whenwedie #allwehaveleftissnark

[azaadpakistan]

Heart-Touching Bayan | Molana Tariq Jameel Latest Bayan on What Happens When You Die

Heart-Touching Bayan | Molana Tariq Jameel Latest Bayan on What Happens When You Die

[czettach]

What do you think will happen after when you die?

We have all seen various movies about after life. Some say that we will be still alive but invisible. Some people say that after life, there are 2 dimension-like thing called as hell and heaven, we will go their on our deeds. I like to think that when I die, I will ruin lives of people who hurted me when I was alive. I think that this might be true because scientists have seen people with some kind of laser-rays thing around their body. Well that would be amazing. What do you think will happen?

[gf-dsmom-blog]

“The best part about when you die is seeing Jesus” said by my 5 year old son, for no special reason.

[maxxtx]

Life, death and beyond

In which our hero talks about what happens after we die, because we all will some day. I was born into the Catholic Church and raised in it all my life. Cat, despite her dislike of any organized religion (for very well founded reasons), agreed to have all three of our kids baptized Catholic, as well. So, by rights, I should hold to the catholic precept that when we die, our souls are judged and we either go to hell (never feeling God’s love), Purgatory (to pay off our debt of sins before we feel God’s love) or Heaven (feeling God’s love). I reject this answer. I will explain why in a moment. To others, when we die, we go to heaven’s gate and are met by the 5 people we miss the most who have gone on before us. I reject this answer, as well. To yet others, when we die, our soul is weighed against a feather to determine out fate. I reject this, too. To some, if you die (in the correct way) you will be gifted 75 virgins upon your arrival to heaven. I reject this (mainly because the one person i want to spend the rest of eternity with is by and far not a virgin, I know, she has had three children that I helped create.) To others, when we die... that’s it. End of story. I reject this for purely selfish reasons. No, the answer I pray is true is that when we die, we are shown the life we led, then if we have yet to get it right, we are sent back to try again. Only those who have truly achieved perfection move on and only those who have truly fucked up beyond all redemption are cast out. I reject all but the last... because in none of those scenarios... will I see my father again. In the Catholic heaven, Dad will be in hell as he rejected God. In the others, the answer will be the same or similar. Except the last. In the last, he’s been given another chance to get “life” right. I still most likely won’t see him... but I’ll know he’s not in hell. Who knows? When I die, I’ll find the answer, but either it will be the final one (to include simply ceasing) or I’ll forget it as soon as I start over. I know better than to think I got all this right and despite the well meaning comments about how I’ll get “my reward” for doing the things I do when I die. But that’s far from why I do them. I do them because they are the right things to do. And if, in the end, I am wrong and one of those other answers are correct and I am banned from Heaven because I bent knee in the wrong “House of God” or that I didn’t “dedicate my life to Jesus” in the way that this specific interpretation of the Bible said I had to, then fuck it, I’ll track down Dad... and we’ll go grab a beer.

[matwhite-blog]

On Path Dependence, time, life

Last night I was wondering abuot: me.

I wrote my last post here (and everywhere, tumblr is my only public outsprout) more than a month ago, what about my life?

I didn't wrote anywhere and now I can't feel the heavy of the past month and a half, seems like I've passed my days watching my last post, wondering how beautiful it was etc ect....

I'm not clear, there's no point in there, I know it.

Writing what I think/live/hope/think is like putting a longer and longer narration over me, behind me, and in front of me. I hate individualistic narrations of this kind: thinking what I was thinking the day before, "understanding" that what I'm doing now is something soooo important cause yesterday I acted "in that way" is a whirlpool I can't come out from, it's too good, like hope, history has a special bond with endorfines.

So now, is a while since I began to try to come out from auto-narration traps.

The better form of counter argoument is something similar to this

Yellow circus left the stakes a broken ropes world's useless mug the ties that bind, ha ha I can be bad poet street poet shit poet kind poet too Subway almost 4AM Halloween night had enough to drink to make my own party all my fellow writers in half costume, half asleep Half silly, gone to seed I don't mark my time with dates, holidays, faded wisdom, locked karma holders Convenient I am made by my times I am a creation of now shaken with the cracks and crevices I'm not giving up easy I will not fold I don't have much but what I have is gold

                                                         R.E.M Blue (2011)

And another quotation for music geek -Oh can't you seeee, the time, is the keeey-.

Time is the key, is the gronuding of most of my thoughts, so is something that has to be changed. Linear time is over, the line has never existed. The only time that I can accept now is sincronic time. This moment is the only thing taht matters, the only reliable grounding for everyone's thoughts.

So here's an explanation of the title

Path dependence explains how the set of decisions one faces for any given circumstance is limited by the decisions one has made in the past, even though past circumstances may no longer be relevant.

                                                          Wikipedia

You can understand, there's nothing I feel more distance of. I can destroy what I was a second ago when I want.

There are a lot of countercounterargouments here, the stronger one is: identity is something we should take seriously.

My answer: we should lighten our identity, we don't need nothing more than the consistency of an episodic blogger.

And when we die? we die.

[the-fellow]

Visit Original Link

I can put back the pieces, they just might not fit the same.